Leave.He was going to say leave again, and Phil didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want to even think it.He pulled Ben close again and mashed their mouths together in a desperate kiss.
Relief swamped him when Ben let himself be kissed, let himself be pulled close.
“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” Phil managed when their lips parted by a hair’s breadth.“I want you here with me.”He punctuated the last by pulling Ben closer still, until it became apparent they would have to do something about the side of the tub between them.
“Let me—” Ben started.
But Phil wasn’t interested in their lips being apart.He silenced the sentence with another kiss, using the hand not clamped around Ben’s bicep to drag down Ben’s briefs and pull him in by the hip until he had to step over the rim of the tub with one foot and then the other, until he sank into the water and straddled Phil.
With both of them inside, the formerly half-empty tub became over-full, and Ben groped behind himself to turn off the water.Abruptly, silence fell in the bathroom apart from the slick sound of their mouths pressed together and the lap of the water against their skin.
Immediately, Phil repositioned his hands to grope the plump globes of Ben’s ass.“I love this,” he said.“You’re so hot.”
Ben leaned in to kiss Phil again, and the motion caused their hips to align.Their cocks slid together, almost frictionless in the bathwater.The thought was enough to make Phil moan, and he cupped a hand around both of them.Ben pulled away to look at the space between them.Phil followed his gaze, admiring the contrast of their skin tones even through the green translucent sheen of the water.Ben splayed a hand across Phil’s left pec.
“You wax?”he asked, tracing the line of muscle.
“Yeah.”Phil sighed, hips shifting.“There’s always…oh fuck.”Ben flicked a nipple with his fingertip, and Phil arched up into it.“There’s always cameras and shit in the locker room.”
“I think you’d look good with chest hair,” Ben said and then ducked to suck the nipple he’d been playing with.
The sharp burn of skin sliding along porcelain stung as Phil tried to grip the side of the tub, but it wasn’t enough to stop him moaning.“How does that feel so… Fuck, that’s…”
“Good?”Ben asked, a tad too smugly.
“How do you keep making me feel so much?How do you…”
Ben kissed Phil again, deep and wet and thorough.It was a good thing because Phil didn’t know how he planned on ending the question.He gripped their cocks tighter and rocked up and forward against Ben.
Ben cursed, tossing his head from side to side.Water sloshed out of the tub.
Phil kept moving, the slick slide and heat close to perfect.He shifted his free hand to grope Ben’s ass again, pulling him closer, and then he started moving Ben up against him.He dug his fingers into the soft parts of Ben’s flesh, and the pain made Ben gasp.
Interesting.
“You feel so…so…” His mouth tried to form the sentiment building thick in Phil’s gut again without say-so from his brain.
“What?”Ben asked, low and gravelly.“How do I feel?”
Phil didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he led Ben into a filthy grind, cocks rubbing at an ever more frenzied pace.The water lapped against the sides of the tub in waves from the motion.Heat crawled up Phil’s stomach as if the water were melting him, piece by piece, until his body threatened to collapse into nothingness.
“You feel heavy,” Phil said when he remembered his tongue could move.
Ben pulled away, eyebrows raised in a mock-insulted look that ought to be deeply unsexy but was somehow endearing.
“I mean you’re strong,” Phil said.“And—and solid, andI didn’t know I could like this.”
He surged up to kiss Ben again, and the combination of it all—the heat, Ben’s mouth against his, the slide of their cocks together, the solidity of Ben’s body above him, big and firm and wanting him—was enough.Phil came into his own fist and all over Ben’s cock in hot pulses.
“Oh,” Ben said above him, eyes going wide.In Phil’s grip, his cock hardened a little bit more, and Phil held him more tightly against his own oversensitive, softening cock.He dug his nails into the swell of Ben’s ass cheek, and Ben’s breath hitched right before he fell apart.
For a while, the only sounds in the bathroom were their panting breaths.
“Water’s pretty gross,” Phil commented eventually.He didn’t know why, but the instant he finished, come went from sexy in the abstract to disgusting to deal with.
“Mm.”Ben hoisted himself up using the rail.Phil missed the warmth of his body immediately.“Wait a bit before you get out.The floor is covered in water.You’ll slip and hurt your knee.”
Ben mopped up the worst of the water with the towels stacked under the sink, then laid them on top of the towel hamper.Phil watched him the entire time.
